Writing Prompt

She was a kraken beauty, average intellect, intellect, smile which concealed a deceitful arrogant prejudice which was shallow mean violent and lying throwing chairs at people ghosting them ignoring them when when approaching or talking to her. Hitler in disguise. A witch strong woman nasty and weak. If this was the mediaeval ages, she would’ve been burnt on the stake that’s kind of what happened....

“Oh come on. She can’t be serious.”

Danny rolls his eyes at his phone. Lucy should just make up her mind and make the right decision. Seeing her post a picture of her and Jake just grinds his gears.

Jake is….nice. But who wants nice? That’s boring.

Danny is interesting. He can take her on adventures and keep her life exciting. He may not express his emotions outwardly, but she knows him and his...

Megan was cold hearted woman. She killed rabbits for fun and everytime she would see a puppy or kitten she would cut his tail off. She also regularly stole money from the church offering plate. One day, megan cut the tail off of her next door neighbors dog. The neighbor, Randy, saw a video of this on their home security camera. Randy decided that he needed to take action. So once Megan fell asleep...

It had been days since Paul had heard anyone’s voice. The wolves searching for food and companionship were the only noises echoing through the air. Days and night’s passed without any concept of time. The only opening was a hole that was just large enough for Paul to fit his head through.

Outside, the cool and crisp air of the daytime would give way to the frigid and dry stillness of the night. I...

She absolutely disgusts me. That might sound harsh but I had tried to love her——really I had—— she’s just….unlovable.

Her name is Brielle. She dresses solely in bubblegum pink so she has a “trademark style,” but I know for a fact, she doesn’t even like the color pink. Her face is caked in a mess of makeup that people have the audacity to compliment her on. Just by looking at her, you can tell tha...

havent even had my first kiss yet, i sit down next to him anyway and he scoots closer to me and thinking that i dont notice... i turn my head to him, so does he and i say

"your really pretty eyes look in the pretty " i hate myself

"Your eyes look really beautiful " he says to me. I think he likes me , i kiss him and pull away

"Im sorry was that bad? that seemed really bad" he doesnt say anything...

Today has been the best day yet and im not gonna end the happy day, i texted my mom "im gonna hang at a friends house" and of course she says

"evan why do you think i would care

so i grab the car keys and text aidrian and ask him if i could hang at his place and he says

"sure" the thoughts are going through my head, do i like him, can i like him, does he like guys? i mean he asked for my number...

The man stands at just below six foot, his posture correct and his expression serious as he patrols the small room from end to end.

His eyes are deep brown, his hair, a darker shade of said brown, is short amd combed across his head.

A maid walks past the door and he walks with measured strides towards it, clears his throat and calls with volume yet calmly. ‘Excuse me, when will Mr. Willis be ar...

Recognising the raucous voices that meant her children had finally woken up and were having their daily fights before school, Maria decided that continuing to read her emails in this chaos was pointless and reluctantly closed her laptop, picked up her now warm cup of coffee and made her way upstairs to stop their fight.

“Amy and Jack Nelson, stop being ridiculous and hurry up or you will be late...

(This story is coming from the pov of the hated person, TW: abuse, drugs, alchol, suicide,selfharm.)

Everytime i say a word another bloody imprint in my arm, i love the pain, its a reminder that i can still feel. At this point im not wondering what i can do to get people to like me, im wondering what im gonna use to kill my self, the shoelace isnt strong enough, the clothes hangers would snap, ...